It was yesterday.
Seeing the amazing completeness of the two sets of plays, the three sets of facades assembled in the classroom at the call of class member Luke.
I was surprised at the quality of one set of plays, but there was still room for three.
Because the content of the play was completely different.
However, the two sets of plays were quite similar to the three sets of plays, such as that of an adventure centered on knights.
Moreover, he outperformed all three sets of plays in transcription, acting, and acting.
"Nobody else gathered here."
Lux told everyone gathered in the classroom earlier.
"Our class plays need to be improved"
No one looked unexpectedly at the words.
Everyone felt pain watching two sets of plays.
"Tomorrow, even if we do our play as we practice, it only looks like we're simulating two sets of plays."
Lux said.
"Oh, that's far worse, too."
That's what Eston nodded.
"But it's not too late. It should be possible to improve what can be done and outperform two sets of plays in parts."
Eston said that and put his arms together.
"The question is, where do we improve?"
Just like Eston, the noble Killieb says.
"To be clear, my scene is full. [M] I can't afford any more."
"Well, it would be terrible to ask people who play a major role for more burdens."
It was a noble boy named Zetskif who said so.
"If you want to improve it, it's the back of the line. We should make it more flashy."
Students from the civilian population turning around looked at the words.
"In the scene of the battle, the two pairs certainly showed a flashy appearance of light, shadows, and ice, but the sound was overwhelmingly insufficient for me."
Zezkif said confidently.
"Double the visual effect of the current performance and put on a loud enough volume to annoy your ears. This should get more out of the audience than two plays today."
"Good idea, but battle scenes aren't enough."
Eston shakes his head.
"Let the audience's groans and shouts resonate more dramatically in speech settings."
Say that and see Polois.
"You'd think so, Polois."
"I'm full of my own dialogues."
Polois shakes his head.
"I'm focusing on what I'm going to say in that long speech. I'll leave the rest to you."
"Zetskif and Eston are right."
Kiribe nodded as impressed.
"All right, I'll review everything from scratch."
That's when Killieb got up.
Hang on a second.
Rugon said it with a sharp face.
"I've been saying whatever you want, but now you're going to review all the performances? This is going to be an incredible burden on the director."
"What is it?"
Killieb frowns and looks at Rugon.
"There is no dialogue in the performance. There is no movement. All you have to do is focus on magic. You can do it."
"Don't tell me that."
Rugon stood up angry with his eyes.
"Why don't you do it yourself?"
"Lugon, you're getting all hot."
Zetskiv laughed.
"Look behind you. Nobody agrees with you."
As Rugon looked back at the point, the students on the other side turned their gaze.
"You can still say you're dissatisfied. But the people behind you always say," Wait till things are settled. "What do you got?"
Zezkif spoke offensively.
"Levin, Ella. If you have something to say, just say it."
Zezkif's strong gaze led the named student to his blue face.
"Here, Lugon. Nothing."
Rugon chewed his lips and glanced back at the ridiculous words of Zezkif.
"That's why, Luke. Make today's two pairs the minimum line and reconfigure the performance from scratch."
Eston said as if to convey the decision, and Lux frowned.
"I don't like that kind of tough decision."
"What are you trying to do? Have you complained to anyone other than Lugon?"
Eston peels his eyes.
"Tomorrow is the real thing. As usual, it's too late to say it the next day."
"You guys, are you sure that's enough?"
Lux called out to the civilian students sitting behind Lugon in trouble.
"Is it okay to review the performance?"
I don't like it.
Lugon said.
"If you fix it, Eston. Kiribati, it's your act."
"What is it?"
"Do you really think two sets of plays were so popular with the audience just for the show? I wonder if each act with feelings struck the chest of the watcher."
"Again, vaguely."
Eston shook his head.
"The quality of the act is not something we can do today or tomorrow."
"Do you know what's good or bad about acting first?"
Killieb joins Eston.
"You've only seen it on stage and at magic festivals."
"At least I know your acting isn't far from the pair."
Rugon replied, and Kiribe and Zetskif laughed at each other as if they were stunned.
"Then you can try, Lugon. Do it with all your heart."
"Why should I?"
"You said it yourself. Tell me how I can improve my acting."
"Think about it yourself."
Don't you see?
Kiribe laughs.
"Don't let people do things they can't do on their own."
Then I added it with a real face.
"I've been meaning to say this for a long time, but don't worry too much about beating civilians in martial arts competitions."
"What is it?"
It was when Lugon blushed his face.
"I think I'm crazy too."
Behind Rugon, a small voice was raised.
Everyone sees the Lord of that voice.
"Tier"
Kyribe made a sharp noise.
"What did you say?"
A civilian girl called Tia said with a trembling voice.
"I think it's strange to just press on to the show."
Kyrib sighed and Zezkif gave a big tongue.
But as Tia's courage pushed her, the civilian students who had been silent until now began to speak up.
I think I'm crazy, too.
I agree with Rugon.
"Isn't it too rough?"
In response, Kiribati, Zetskif, and Eston challenged in a rough voice.
"Again, if you don't like it, you just refuse."
"You've never thought of a concrete plan yourself."
"What is the concrete proposal? You're always pushing us."
That was Levin, who was supposed to lie down in silence.
A student from a noble family and a student from a civilian family start arguing like a weir and somehow try to arbitrate Lux's voice resounds in vain.
Everyone shouted to each other and nothing was said except Koren, who was in the back seat with his legs on the desk and his arms tied, and Rosfilia, who was passionately writing something down.
The quarrel between the two sides gradually escalates, with dirty words flying around to cover your ears.
It was time for an endless barren struggle, when everyone showed the colour of fatigue.
Can I have a moment?
Suddenly, Rosfilia's voice echoed in the classroom.